[[A little continuation of the fluff from before, and we start moving into some more intimate territory. Sans' curiosity is the best. I swear it.]]

Things had calmed down relatively well after Lena had gotten back home (or, more specifically, Sans had calmed down), and she busied herself with reading over her student files. As a new teacher, she wanted to get to learn her students' names and faces by the end of the week, at the very least. This was her very first teaching job, but not her first job in a classroom. She'd always been very open and friendly with all of the students in the first school she had worked for, and even looked forward to seeing many of them. She knew most of their names, their hobbies, and even went so far as to have a few counseling sessions with several of them from time to time. She had loved it.

However, the school had lost its funding, and it couldn't afford to have assistants and interns from her college's program anymore. It had broken her heart to have to leave there, and she still had every single goodbye letter and drawing the children had given her, stored carefully in a box in the top of her closet. She'd then had to move to Tristin Elementary and, although she still enjoyed being around children, the work environment was a bit...less than ideal. A certain woman came to mind and she stamped down the thought, not wanting to ruin her good mood by thinking about her.

She had been perfectly focused upon her 'studying'...except that a certain skeleton was being incredibly distracting. They had started out sitting next to one another on the sectional, Sans leaning lazily against the arm of the couch while she sat on the cushion next to him reading. At some point, however, he'd shifted closer to her, his arm draped across the back of the couch resting around her shoulders. Then, the next time she looked up, she was leaning against his side. THEN, through some use of magic or whatever she didn't know, he moved them again. Now he was sat with his back against the arm and her between his femurs, reclining back against his chest. She kept wondering how on earth bones could feel so comfortable, but he managed it. It was definitely firm and solid, but she felt herself relaxing back against him anyway. The gentle rise and fall of his ribcage as he breathed was soothing, even though she knew he lacked the lungs that would require the action at all. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist and his chin rested against her shoulder. It was a nice, comfortable closeness, and she found herself leaning into him even more as she continued to read...but then it started.

It began by accident, she assumes. When he turned his head to try and look down at the papers in her hands, his nasal ridge had brushed against her neck, and a small shiver had gone through her. His curiosity was apparently piqued, because, after a moment, he did it again...and again...and again. After a few minutes he was nuzzling against her neck, a small, glowing light coming from behind her, and she felt her face flush.

Why did her neck have to be so sensitive?

The ridge of his nasal cavity scratched lightly just beneath her ear and she felt her breathing hitch slightly. The small tingling sensations it sent down her neck made her shiver again and, seemingly contented by this reaction, he tried to make it continue. He pressed his nasal ridge against the junction of where her neck met her shoulder and he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. His exhale was a quiet growl that rumbled up from his chest, and Lena felt her heart do a funny little stutter. It didn't help that his arms around her waist tightened in the same movement.

"Sans...?" she called meekly, keeping her head facing directly forward in hopes of keeping him from noticing just how red her face had gotten.

"Mmh? S'up, babe?" He continued the nuzzling, moving to pull her long auburn hair over one shoulder to get better access. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and set the papers down to tug at her hair, feeling a small comfort from the nervous fluttering in her lower belly as she tugged her fingers through the strands.

"You okay?"

"Mhm." His answers seemed awfully non-committal, but she accepted it nonetheless.

"O-Okay. You're just being awfully uh...affectionate," she cautioned, and she felt him pull away briefly, only enough to press another kiss to her cheek, giving another small grunt. Tapping her fingers against her shoulder, she tried not to tip her head to the side, but failed miserably with another well-placed nuzzle just behind her jaw. "...A-any reason why..?"

"Just tryin' to help you relax," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and feeling her stiffen again. Frowning slightly, he pulled away just a bit. "Y' want me to stop?"

"No!" The word came out far too quickly and her face burned, hands combing through her hair as she sputtered slightly. "I-I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to but...i-it does feel nice," she admitted quietly, and Sans felt himself grin, immediately returning to his ministrations. Inside, Lena was beginning to grow flustered, torn between wanting him to continue doing it and asking him to stop for...reasons. Luckily, she never got the chance to do either, because no sooner had Sans continued than the front door burst open, Papyrus standing there looking triumphant.

"SANS, HUMAN, ARE YOU HOME?! I HAVE SOMETHING TO- Oh." He fell silent as he saw the two of them, obviously so close, and a huge smile practically split his skull. "PARDON MY INTRUSION!" Lena turned her face away, hoping that, by some miracle, he wouldn't see her flushed face and comment. "I WANTED TO INFORM YOU ALL THAT I AM GOING TO UNDYNE'S! SHE AND I BOTH HAVE TOMORROW OFF AND WERE GOING TO CATCH UP ON SOME TRAINING!" He said this as he strode back to his room, where the sounds of shuffling and noise could be heard. When he returned, he had changed out of his battle body and into a pair of jogging pants and a long-sleeved sweater, his boots traded out for a regular pair of sneakers. A backpack was slung over his shoulder and he paused just on the way to the door. "DO NOT MISS ME TOO TERRIBLY WHILE I AM GONE!" He leaned down, bending at the waist to bonk his teeth to Sans' skull with a small 'clack', then again much more gently on the top of Lena's head, giving a hearty "MWAH" sound with each 'kiss'. "I AM GOING NOW. YOU MAY NOW RESUME YOUR CANOODLING. WINK!" Again, he winked while saying the word in a loud whisper, then laughed as he ran back out the door again.

"C-Canoodling? Really?" she whined, raising her hands to her burning face and covering it with her palms. Sans chuckled and buried his face in her neck to hide his amused smile. She was always so easy to tease. "...Was that supposed to be some kind of spaghetti pun? Did you teach him that?!"

He hummed quietly, a soft puff of air blowing against her neck, and he felt another small shiver run through her. Interesting. "Dunno. It's pastable, but I'm alfredo I can't answer that for sure." She groaned and slumped in his arms, leaning her head back against his shoulder, and he took the time to press a kiss to her cheek which, he noted delightedly, turned an even lovelier shade of red. "So Paps is gone for the night, it seems. Whaddaya wanna do, babe?" She hummed in thought for a brief moment, glancing back down at her papers, then over to the television with a small sigh.

"...Wanna watch a movie?" He grinned and nudged gently against the back of her neck, giving out a hum of approval. She leaned forward and struggled to grab the remote, but his arms wrapped even more tightly around her middle, pulling her back into him. "Sans..." She tried again, only to be pulled back, nuzzled for good measure. "Saaans," she whined slightly and stretched again to try and reach the remote and, after a brief pause, the device glowed with a faint blue aura and floated into her hand She huffs at him, but the way he can barely see her smiling tells him she's not really mad.

After a bit of prodding, he ends up getting her to go get snacks so he can put on a movie for them. She makes the request of a comedy, and he's more than happy to oblige her. He had a hard time saying no to her, and he was a fan of comedy, anyway. She pushed herself up from the couch after he released his hold on her and she walked to the kitchen, his eyelights absolutely not watching the way her hips swayed with every step. After she turned the corner into the kitchen he tore his eyes away, glancing back at the TV as he scrolled through Netflix. There were a lot they'd already seen, and while he was okay with re-watching a classic, he felt like looking into something new for once. He raised a browbone as he scrolled further down. 'Romantic Comedy, huh?' Curiously, he began searching through the genre. '10 Days I Hate About You' popped up as one of the options and the title struck him as odd. Of course he was gonna go with it.

"Did you pick a movie?" Lena called from the kitchen. He could hear the microwave beeping as the sounds of popcorn bags being torn open filled the space. She yelped slightly, probably from the steam, and before he could even ask, she let out a quick, "I'm alright!" Chuckling, he eyed her as walked carefully back into the room, a large bowl of popcorn (a monster brand, even!) on her hip and a large glass of water in the other. He took the offered bowl and peered into it, raising a brow curiously when he saw a popcorn bag shoved into it. She settled down on the couch next to him and he eyed her glass, giving a small hum.

"No drink for me, babe? Your lack of though is leaving me parched," he drawled, and she nearly spat out the drink of water she'd been in the middle of taking. After a second to composer herself, she pointed to the bowl.

"Don't worry about the drink situation. It's in the bag." His eyelights brightened and widened at her words and he eagerly plucked the bag out, a glance inside revealing a bottle of ketchup. A wide grin slowly spread over his features as he flicked off the cap, tossing the bag aside to be thrown away later.

"Tryin' to butter me up?" She groaned and rolled her eyes, though a smile was playing at her lips, so he counted it as a victory.

"Oh, I love this movie! It's one of Brit's favorites!" He chuckled and lifted his arm, offering for her to scoot closer. She did so without question, which made his soul flutter happily in his chest.

"Was hopin' you'd like it. I'd hate for the movie to end up being abhor." Grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it at him playfully she laughed.

"Okay okay, start the movie already!" His sockets closed with mirth for a moment before he felt her getting antsy, reaching for the remote, then deciding to hit 'play'.

The munching of popcorn filled the quiet space between them and the movie, and though Sans noticed her trying to cut herself off after only a few handfuls, he nudged the bowl onto her lap and pressed his teeth to her temple in a brief kiss. He wasn't sure if he got the message, but she continued to snack on it which, he supposed, was a victory in its own right. The movie was...not what he had expected. Right out the gate, it was obviously a movie about a human high school, which he didn't know much about outside of movies. It didn't matter to him, though. He was just as entertained by watching her from the corner of his eyesockets, how her lips moved to say familiar lines, or the way she smiled when she thought something was funny...or the way she furrowed her brows a bit and frowned whenever the sleazy 'rich kid' did something particularly shitty. It was just one of the many things he loved about her. She was so expressive, her heart and soul full of something to give, and she had no problem trying to share that with people.

As the movie went along, there were a few things that managed to capture his attention...

"Is that true?" he asked, gesturing toward the screen idly, and Lena mumbled a confused sound without even looking away. "Girls with black underwear are lookin' to get some?" Her face flushed a bit and she shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. 'I'll take that as a yes.'

"Woah... 're all human high school parties like that?" His eyelights were flickering across the screen now, seeing the hoard of people carrying copious amounts of alcohol. She giggled slightly and nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again, uncertainly.

"I haven't exactly been to a bunch of wild parties...but they can get pretty close to that sometimes, yeah. ...Not always crashing some poor guy's wine and cheese party, though." He snorted and let his arm that was draped across the back of the couch fall to lie across her shoulders, pulling her in a bit closer.

"So, wait...He wants to date Kat, right?" She hummed in agreement. "Then why'd he not take the kiss?" She sighed quietly and smiled.

"Because he's a nice guy, even if he's an asshole... He doesn't want to take advantage of her while she's drunk." Oh, well that made sense, he reasoned. He turned from her to glance at the screen just in time to see Bianca lean in and kiss Cameron who, at first, seemed very surprised by it. Wasn't he just into telling her how terrible of a person she'd been? Why were they kissing now? From beside him he could feel Lena's soul fluttering and, when he peeked down at her, her face was red. Frowning, he was about to ask what was wrong when he realized.

Ah. How didn't he notice how she was watching the kiss so intensely? She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, a nervous habit he knew that she had, but, for some reason, right then it just did funny things to his soul. He forced himself to look back up at the movie, which had resumed past kissing.

But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Clearing a throat he didn't have, he gave her a gentle nudge with the arm wrapped around her, getting her attention. "Hey, why do they kiss so much in movies?" he asked nonchalantly, only partly because he was genuinely curious.

"Hmm...probably because it's the best way to portray romance without showing sex...?" His skull flushed a faint blue at that and he drew in a slow breath through his mouth. 'Play it cool...'

"Oh, that makes sense. ...So," he began, pausing as he tried to think of what to say. "Do you even, y'know, think about doin' that...?" 'Real fuckin' smooth.' Her face was slowly turning a darker shade of red so he stammered, his words coming out in a rush to try and cover his own (non-existent) ass. "Because I mean if you have, that's cool, I'd be down for tryin' that, if you can get past the fact I don't got lips and...all that..." 'Fuck!'

"I...a-ah... Wh-what brought this on all of a sudden...?" she asked, obviously flustered. "We've kissed before!" Chuckling nervously she brought her glass of water up to her lips to take a drink. ...A drink that ended up lasting until it was nearly empty. Raising a hand to scratch at the back of his skull, Sans gave a small shrug of his shoulders.

"I figured maybe...we're due for an upgrade? I like those little kisses fine, but...heh." He was sure he was blushing too, now, cheekbones dusted with an azure glow. "I like the feelin' of yer lips, babe. Figured...I'd like to feel more of 'em." The movie played forgotten in the background as the two of them looked awkwardly away from one another, falling into silence. Shit, had he gone too far? Too soon?

"Okay." He voice was small and shy and, when he looked back at her, he saw that she was looking up at him, a small shy smile tugging at her lips. There went that weird flop of his soul.

"Okay...cool," he mumbled dumbly, watching for a moment unmoving as she turned in her seat to face him. When he realized what she was doing, he scrambled to do the same, nearly knocking over the bowl of popcorn in the process. "Shit-" It scattered across the carpet and he sighed. Why was he so nervous? He was thinking too much, that was the problem. He needed to stop over-thinking things.

Afterall, it was only a kiss.

As the silence stretched on between them and no one made a move, Sans could feel his magic jittering nervously through his bones, his leg that was still on the floor bouncing slightly. 'It's just a kiss, just a kiss, just-'

Then...he looked at her. He really, really looked at her, and he could feel her nervous she was, being so close to eachother, and suddenly all of his uncertainty just faded into white noise. She was sitting with her knees tucked under her, hands wringing themselves atop her lap, and her head was tilted down so that he had a more difficult time seeing her face. Her teeth had once again snagged her bottom lip and was gnawing on it, and he was suddenly so terribly fixated on that. Her lips were soft flesh, but being pinched gently between hard rows of bone. His face flushed and he raised a hand to tuck under her chin, slowly easing her until she was looking up at him, and he wasn't smiling now. His eyes were wide, lighted pupils flickering between her eyes and her lips, trying to focus on both at the same time, but being unable to. He slid his bony palm up to cup her cheek and gave a contented sigh as she leaned into it, nuzzling his palm.

"You're so fascinating..." he mumbled, voice a low rumble from his chest, and he felt her nudge further into his palm, trying to hide her face as the blood flowed into her cheeks, deepening her blush. He wasn't going to allow that, though, and he cupped her face with both hands, trailing the smooth bone of his thumbs across the freckles on her cheeks, brushing just barely at her eyelashes. Her eyes close, a reflexive reaction to having something so close, and he watches as her long, dark lashes brush against the tips of his thumbs, against her skin. "Look at me." The request was gentle, and he felt his soul flutter when she complied, revealing those gorgeous windows to her gorgeous soul to him.

He felt unworthy.

His fingertips of one hand trailed gently down her cheek, caressing the soft skin as they made their way to her lips. He brushed the slightly-rougher pad of his thumb along the still captured bottom lip, and she released it as she pulled in a small, hitched breath. He could see her pupils dilating, the golden flecks of sunlight trapped in forest-green irises becoming more clear. Curiously, he leaned in closer, until he could feel her warm breath ghosting against the lower half of his face. His eyes never left her, still struggling to find what he wanted to look at most. As her lips parted slightly and she drew in a breath, he felt his soul thud solidly in his chest.

"Wanna kiss ya..." When had his voice gotten so soft? His words were little more than a husky whisper, and he felt her shiver in response. He waited for her answer, still staring at her lips, and it was only after a breath's pause that he felt her lean in, just a bit. The faintest of smiles passed over his face before he closed the gap, pressing his teeth to her lips in a kiss. Usually their kisses were brief, a faint touch, but this time they lingered. He worried if it wasn't as good, without a pair of lips to kiss her back, but the way she leaned into the kiss helped ease some of his doubts. They broke apart after a few seconds, only to lean in for another, and another, and another. Each kiss lasted just a little bit longer than the first. His hand still cupping her cheek slid down slightly, till he was gently grasping around the back of her neck. The base of his thumb was pressed against her pulse, and he could feel it quickening as each kiss initiated. She seemed unsure of where to put her hands, so they stayed tightly clasped on her lap until he snagged one and placed it on his shoulder. She tensed for a second, then slowly slid her hands up across his shoulders. A low rumbling sound pulled from him and he felt her heart rate jump, her fingers twitching against his shirt. 'Interesting...'

"Hold on a sec," he murmured, pulling away just enough to get a glimpse of her face before he closed his eyes, focusing his magic. With a flash of blue behind his left socket, his eyes slowly slid open again, right socket an empty void, his left now holding a glowing cyan iris. "Let's just take this nice 'n easy, alright?" She nodded slowly, her eyes flickering between his left socket and his mouth. A faint glow had begun to shine through the small spaces in his teeth, and he gently pulled her back in for another kiss. Her lips moved against him for a few moments before he opened his mouth, teeth parting slightly, just enough to brush against her bottom lip with the tip of his summoned tongue. She shuddered, a soft sound escaping her before she could silence it, and she hesitantly opened up for him. He kept to himself at first, brushing just against her lips, the edges of her teeth, waiting for her to seek him out. His hand not holding the back of her neck slid slowly around her shoulder and down her back, fingers trailing gently down her sides until he found the swell of her hip. Her tongue brushed tentatively against his own and he released a low growl, almost a purr, squeezing her hip gently. It always amazed him, how he could feel the bones beneath it all, but he was far more interested in her flesh. It was soft, always surprising him with how soft, and he could feel it dip beneath his fingertips. Her hands held onto his shoulders more sturdily and she tried to lean closer.

He did her one better and tugged gently on her hip, pulling her until she was on his lap, straddling him. The sound she made was swallowed up by him, and he felt his soul swell in response. Their tongues brushed past each other as he wrapped an arm around her waist, exploring the cavern of her mouth with curiosity. He mapped out the bones of her hard palette, feeling the ridges beneath his tongue, and she breathed a soft moan into the kiss. Pleased by this, he moved to pull away, only for him to be held firmly in place by hands holding tightly to his shirt. He suddenly found his tongue being pulled into her mouth and suckled on gently, pulling a low growl from him as a shiver ran through his bones. She pulled away then, leaning her head against him and panting against his shoulder.

"Sorry, babe...too much?" he mumbled apologetically, moving the hand from her neck to comb his fingers through her hair. She shook her head but otherwise said nothing, trying to slow her pounding heart and quickened breath. It took a few minutes, but she eventually lifted her head, looking at him shyly. The blush painted across her freckled cheeks was the darkest he'd seen it, and she fidgeted slightly on his lap. "...So?" She glanced away from him, nibbling on her bottom lip again. "Did I manage not to fuck it up?" he asked bluntly, though in a joking tone, and he watched the small smile spread across her lips. "So I did good?" She shook her head, and he only felt his smile falter slightly, confused.

"No..." She leaned in and pressed another lingering kiss to his teeth. "You were perfect." His grin returned full force and he leaned forward to nuzzle against the side of her neck, feeling her shiver in his arms.

"Good."

[[There. It is 10:10AM. I am now finished with this. I have not slept in over 24 hours, so help me god, if there are spelling errors or grammatical errors I'll fix them later I promise BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS I LOVE YOU ALL ]]